just stared at ed norton's ass for 26 miles. if there was ever an incentive to run a marathon, that was it. my life is perfect.
It's like there's a party and my mouth and everyone's throwing up
Bob the builder, bob the uilder bob the builder bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbjbbbbbiotch!pp!!!!
You pulled me aside and handed me a plastic childrens' tea cup full of 151 and said "trust me its a great idea"
You're just mad because I look hotter in my mug shot than you do in yours
Got home last night and found a Big Mac in the shower, tampons all over the place, and two pairs of your panties on the front porch.
The words "me," "sober," and "new years eve" do not go together. Ever.
I just want to like fall into a pit of hot wings beside a keg of yingling and eat my way to freedom
I want to wear Christmas sweaters with you.
Also, we found a geriatric Snoop Lion.
I saw a classic trojan enz laying on his desk. So he's probably not into the kinky shit.
he called me ma'am when we were fucking last night...he's five years older than me. I think I'm in love.
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
plus like he's kinda a piece of shit. a beautiful somewhat talented piece of shit that hella needs to get his life together
I thought he was hot. You know, in a “I’ve gone batshit insane and want blood for the blood god” sort of way.
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